Unaccepted

Chapter 18: Slack For Once

Virgil's POV:
Ahh!!! Oh my god. Wait, why am I in bed? I'm clothed, and I'm not bleeding... Wait it was all a dream?! Thank god, but what the hell?!!
I sat up and my headphones were in the middle of playing "Golden Days" by Panic! At the Disco. (Of course, I was on my playlist) That calmed my panic attack that was trying to come out.

    "Hey..." Deceit spoke. Ugh. Great. I was listening to PANIC! AT THE FREAKING DISCO, DUDE! I took off one earphone off my ear. Wait, didn't this happen before?
"What?" I groaned.
"I know Logan knows now. About the starving and self-puking. But just eat in public, actually puke in here"
"K? Wasn't planning on stopping..." I said.
"Good. Now, if you'll kindly take off your headphones." I rolled my eyes and paused my music, then took them off and set them onto bed side table with my phone. Shit! It's playing out like my dream!!
"Wait, what the fuck are you planning?!" I asked.
"The usual. Logan's blade please."
"Oh. You're not gonna..." I trailed off.
"What? I see you had a nightmare. Did the music calm you down?" He said. Why is he being so... nice all of a sudden??
"Oh, haha yeah. I'll go cut"
"Hey actually, I'll cut you some slack. You don't have to"
"You sure?" I asked, confused.
"Yeah sure, why not. Also, you fell asleep after I told you about Logan" He said. He's acting a little off today.
"Oh. Ok... I'm gonna go down to eat breakfast"
"...ok"

I actually went to the bathroom to do my makeup again. I constantly think about what they think about my look. Do I look bad? Probably... maybe... mostly... yes... So I'll just mask myself with makeup. I love makeup, it's so great. Awesome invention.

I then went downstairs and saw Patton was already making... Patton Pancakes.
I sat down at the table and got on my phone.
"Anxiety, May I speak with you in another room please?" Logan asked, looking up from his book and setting it down.
"Y-yeah sure" I said quietly. I was nervous as hell. Shit, I'm already feeling fucking bad because of what Roman said in my dreams... it's probably true, no it IS true!

Logan sat up and went upstairs. I saw Roman give us confused looks as he came downstairs. I couldn't bare to look at his face for longer than a millisecond. Soon, Logan and I were in the hallway displaying all of our room doors.
"What do you want?" I asked quietly and tried to sound annoyed.
"I'm not telling anyone about your... weight issue unless you don't do anything to mend it."
"I didn't even know I was underweight. I'm not trying to be..." I trailed off, exaggerating. Sure, I really didn't know I was underweight, but I sure as hell was starving myself and making myself puke.

"Hmmm... okay. Well, I can see to understand that. Okay, well please do make plans to improve." He stated.
"Yup... mkay" I said lowly with an unmotivated smirk. He looked at me weird for a second, then I finally just left him in the hallway.

"What the hell was that about?" Roman asked dramatically when I sat down.
"Some work thing, I don't know." I lied.
Princey gave me a puzzled look, finally looking away to his phone – probably browsing Instagram.

"Anxiety, how many pancakes?" Patton yelled from the kitchen.
"1..." I used to want 2 normally, until Deceit convinced me to starve and puke myself.
"You sure buddy?" He asked.
"Yes" I groaned.
"Roman?" He then asked, waiting for Princey's response.
"3" he yelled back without looking away from his screen.
"Ok!" Patton yelled back. I fiddled with my sleeves nervously.

What if Roman will say that in real life? What if he means it? What should I do? What if Patton actually cusses? What if Logan is just a bystander to everything? What do I do? Do I stay here and eat pancakes, or do I hide in my room? Do I ask Princey if he truly cares about me? No, he surely doesn't, and that'd be too embarrassing to ask... HE FUCKING SAID THAT TO MY FACE SO COLD-HEARTEDLY, HE APOLOGIZED BUT STI–

"Anxiety?" Logan called as he was at the end of the stairs. He noticed I was staring intently at the table and fiddling with my sleeves. I instantly stopped to his voice.
"H-hey Logan. Whatcha need?" I asked monotone-like, giving him a glance.
"Oh good, Logan!! How many pancakes?!" Patton yelled.
"Precisely 2, please" He said. He looked tongue tied, then he sat down. He has that usual nervous-Thomas-frown put on. (Or also known as the face Thomas makes in the thumbnail for the Losing Motivation video)
"You good, Logan?" Roman asked, looking up from his phone. Logan snapped out of his train of thought.
"I'm adequate, thank you"
"Mkay" Princey said as he looked back at his phone.

"Okay, Patton-Pancakes are ready!!" Patton said with that goofy grin, putting a big plate with pancakes on it in the middle of the table.
"Patton, I never quite understood why you call them 'Patton-Pancakes', when they look like normal pancakes." Logan said, adjusting his glasses.
"Well, there's a secret ingredient, hehe" he said as he giggled.
"Oh. Of course." Logan gave a short sigh, and readjusted his glasses to look at the plate, unamused.

Patton quickly ran back and grabbed silver ware and plates and handed it all to us. Princey was the first to actually poke one with his fork to set it on his plate. He then grabbed two more, while Patton came back with warm maple syrup. Yum?? Patton took his share (which was 4), Logan took 2, I took... 1.

Logan gave me a concerned confused look.
After Patton and Princey had used the syrup, I grabbed it and put a little on mine. Patton and Roman had butter on theirs, and Logan liked his plain, which I didn't mind either. Something about him not liking his lips sticky afterwards, or something, I don't know. Haha, hmm...